I signed up for a Facebook account this past weekend, and it's made me feel something I generally don't like: Nostalgic.  These things happen, and we move on.  But one good thing (besides reconnecting with past friends - if only fleetingly) is that I've been going through a lot of old pictures, images I haven't seen in years, and some I don't remember seeing at all. 

It's been strange (and emotional) seeing pictures of my dad from when I was a kid, and even as far back as when he was a kid.  A lot of the pictures are black and white, and so many of the ones in color are starting to go sepia, or that strange green tint that old pictures sometimes develop. The weirdest thing has been looking at old pictures of myself, and seeing Jack's face, his expressions. There is no doubt I am my son's father.